No matter what kind of day I've had, when I put my Frank Sinatra records on, my day instantly becomes better. The stress of the day melts away, and for some strange reason I start to crave champagne as I sing along with "I've Got You Under My Skin." I imagine Frank singing to Ava at a nightclub, her looking adoringly at him. I like this image. If there were such a thing as time travel, this is the moment I would travel back to. Most might go back to right some wrong in history, and although that thought has occurred to me, I know where I really want to go. It was a time well before my time, a time when even my mother was was only a few years old, but still it is my time, if only for a moment.
So with my records playing and my imaginary glass of champagne (because cooking dinner for your family and helping your child with their homework isn't really doable while enjoying a glass of bubbly) I'm transported (briefly) to that special place.
